2 hours ago
· 12,590 notes © liverde
People complain about gas prices all the time. It’s almost a cliché at this point. But the more I think about it, complaining is incredibly juvenile. It’s what little kids do when they don’t understand the full picture. I’ve learned that everything that you’ve ever taken a picture of is something that you should be grateful for, like taking a picture of your friends, family, food, etc. But to another level, whatever you complain about really should be the opposite. To complain about gas prices implies that you own a car and there are paved roads you can drive on to get has. To complain about airline security means you’re traveling, to complain about slow internet means you have a computer and internet. These luxuries we have have turned into complaints instead of gratitude for the life we have.
"Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald (The Great Gatsby)
"They are not brave, the days when we are twenty-one. They are full of little cowardices, little fears without foundation, and one is so easily bruised, so swiftly wounded, one falls to the first barbed word."
- Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca
"MACBETH : Stars, hide your fires;
Let not light see my black and deep desires."
- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act I Scene IV
It’s like I’ve haven’t even noticed how the people around me really feel. Not to mention how I feel. About the people around me. […] I mean it.
so I hadn’t seen a Star Wars one of these yet…
1 month ago
· 211,672 notes © megtroid